The race had been more fun than what Elijah had anticipated, excluding when he was looking too long at Eelzad and didn't see a branch hanging closer to the ground than usual and ended up getting slapped on the forehead. That hurt however he didn't say a thing and thankfully his hair could hide the bruise, but it did wake him up a bit and his stomach. Making sure the raven haired man wasn't looking at him while running, he stopped and let out about one fourth of what he had to drink earlier and immediately felt a lot better, resuming the race like nothing happened.
Following Eelzad proved to be more difficult than what he imagined, he could not compete with his physique, his tall, muscular, toned physique... he slapped himself on the cheek and back to reality.
No, control yourself, he thought as his attention shifted from himself to the man saying that they had probably found the den and that they both won. Well that was boring, two winners when there should have been one, maybe he shouldn't have agreed to follow the same route but then again he had a lot of fun getting here, oh I guess it was worth it, he thought. "
Look at us, best runners ever!" he finally exclaimed as he made a number of poses for the non-existent photographic lacrima before bending and touching his knees breathing heavily "
What do you mean it wasn't the best idea, it's not like I'm about to faint or anything." he said with a laugh making fun of himself.
For the next part of their adventure they walked into the den with the nephilim following behind Eelzad not showing that he was actually a bit scared of the whole situation. It wasn't the smartest to go into a wolves den at night where no one would find them but then again they were mages so they probably would be ok. What he wasn't ok with was the state that they found the wolf in, or wolfette-that sounded cute to him, he'd use that-and her cubs. Elijah stood speechless as Eelzad was clearly very concerned about them and approached her slowly. Poor thing wasn't in a state to even protect herself but she still growled weakly a couple times before finally giving in to Eelzad's touch. Following his example, the nephilim approached and looked at the cubs "
They seem fed for now but she must be starving." he spoke in a pained tone before looking at her body from a distance for any indication of injury, seeing her reddened fur around her behind legs. "
There." he said as he pointed at the spot "Probably infected too." he assumed as the situation looked dire.
Without hesitation, Elijah touched his chest, the golden coins summoned Raphael who imparted the required medical knowledge to him before dissipating. "
Sadly I'm not experienced enough to have Raphael heal the wolfette, but I can at least help her now." he said decisively and together with Eelzad managed to make a healing poultice, the fortunate thing being that there were healing flowers in the area to begin with. As the wolfette was now resting, Elijah took a liking to the cubs and was now being chased around by them, making any move possible to avoid their playful bites despite how much this was tiring him out and his head and stomach begging him to stop.
- Raphael:
WC: 588 | 1483